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Night of the Abominations
Evil thinks it's won this night...but it hasn't met you yet

Quickly, you go over to the your desk and open the drawer where you keep your gun...a Colt 1911. You keep the gun clean and well-maintained, so the magazine slaps in crisply, the slider pulling back easily. Stashing the extra mag in your pocket, you hold the gun in both hands, wincing as the front door of your apartment cracks, then breaks open to reveal what is best described as a heap of rubbery flesh with teeth and tentacles!